Posts Tagged ‘hippie’

I’ve waited for busses longer than hitchhiking on Vancouver Island. ¬†A hippie lady picked me up and drove me down the road a ways towards Victoria. ¬†She didn’t look too old but she had kids around my age she said. ¬†She told me I’d get to know about “Island time” which sounds like the clock I run on. ¬†People are really laid back here. ¬†She said I got here at a good time for weed harvesting.

I got dropped off at a place she said her daughter told her was a good hitchin spot.

We were at Stricklers Grape Orchard in Penticton hoping to make some money for the weekend but apparently the checks don’t get cut until Monday and a $30 advance is out of the question.

So me and this guy Peter who I walked up to the Orchard with were offered a ride to Kelowna from an old guy named Brian (different Brian, different Peter. ¬†Strange patterns of names on this trip: ¬†I met two Eleanors and a Rebecca in Regina and two Lauras and a Rebecca in Calgary and now another set of Brian and Peter. ¬†I wonder what that’s supposed to mean)

Brian was a ‘you should’ve been there’ smoker. ¬†An old hippie with some traveling stories of his own. ¬†He told me how he got stuck in the rain hitchhiking one night so he went off the side of the road to sleep, wrapped in a few garbage bags to stay dry, and woke up to an ambulance and some guys coming down with a stretcher. ¬†Apparently there had been about 4 calls that night about a dead body stashed on the side of the road.

Brian and Peter were both very eccentric, going off on individual tangents that would end them up talking about completely different things by time the listened to each other, frustrating and confusing both of them and thoroughly entertaining me.

We picked apples in Kelowna for a middle eastern family who didn’t speak english very well, frustrating and aggravating Brian to no end. ¬†I refered him to an apple farmer I had worked for earlier in the week who was very friendly and white and didn’t pay as much but is probably who Brian will go work for on Mon. ¬†He’d been off the sauce for 10 days and counting and was very indecisive causing Peter, who was very opinionated and outspoken, to lose it at every snap decision.

Another night a the Kelown hostel..

I awoke to a horn beeping somewhere behind me.  I pulled myself off the tar of the highway and dragged my stuff to the car.

I remember watching the cars go by for a good couple hours before my vision started to blur. ¬†I mulled over the look of the pavement, thinking of lying down but deciding it looked too hot. ¬†After a while I decided “fuck it”

Dylan was a party guy for sure. ¬†After that hour’s sleep I was right back full of energy shootin the shit and smoking some joints. ¬†We drove by this turnoff to somewhere I forget the name of and he was like, “That’s my turnoff but I’m gonna go to Banff with you and we’ll party it up tonight!”

The plan was set: ¬†We’d grab some beers, set up camp, go into town and pick up some hippie chicks, go to the bar then back to camp for beers, campfire and singalong parties. ¬†It was a perfect plan….almost.

We set up a camp in the middle of the woods, on a relatively flat spot on the side of a mountain below where we parked. ¬†We had the beer, a circle of rocks for the campfire and Dylan’s tent setup. ¬†We walked around town for awhile, taking in the sights. ¬†I don’t have to tell you what a beautiful town Banff is.

We were walking through a park and we see these two girls in white with dreadlocks.  Me and Dylan exchange a single nod and stroll on over.  Breanna, blond and pixyish, a real live wire; you could almost see the fairy dust fall off her, and Colby,  reddreads, sweet as hell; we let them in on the plan.

Now the night’s a bit of a blur. ¬†There was beer, Jagermeister (note: ¬†I thought it was spelt with a Y when this was written;-) wings and some dancing to a band. ¬†The band wasn’t very good which didn’t matter at all. ¬†I couldn’t remember if anyone else was dancing or if the band was even playing. ¬†Yes, apparently the band was playing and No, apparently no one else was dancing.

I got everyone to haul back rocks for the fire pit but god knows how we carried them up that mountain as drunk as we were.  We sat around the fire having some drinks; I was playing guitar and we sang songs who know how well.

When the girls announced they were going to bed it was met with protests from Dylan and I that we needed cuddles. ¬†“Cuddle with each other”, was the reply. ¬†I decided I’d sleep by the fire…

This is a long ride so I’ll continue it this Wed. ¬†You’ll wanna check it out ’cause I almost fuckin die!!!!

That got yer attention dinnit

To be continued……